Wizard Bloodline

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"Ice Crystal... Serpent."

Bennigo was momentarily stunned, only snapping back to reality when the youth riding the giant serpent approached.

"Don't bring it into the space; that place can't handle its antics!"

Bennigo shouted hastily, turning to head back.

"Hiss—Roar—"

The giant serpent hissed, a deep and piercing sound, forming terrifying energy waves that naturally rippled out in blue circles. In the air, large ice flowers crystallized, and an ancient, primordial aura spread, as if a mysterious incantation echoed in the void.

Ronan squinted, hands gripping the metal chains enhanced by the [Silverization] rune, occasionally yanking upward. Though he appeared to easily suppress the resistance beneath him, the reality was far more challenging than it seemed.

Only he truly understood the terrifying nature of the ancient serpent beneath him.

He had no effective means to suppress the Ice Crystal Serpent. During his journey back from White Stone Castle to the Silver Ring, he had to repeatedly reinforce the seal on the Ice Crystal Serpent's ice block, starting every one or two hours and eventually increasing to every twenty minutes, ten minutes, five minutes...

Until he could no longer seal it with ice spells.

Ronan had to disembark midway, essentially returning to the Silver Ring on foot, taking five extra days compared to traveling by ship.

Over twenty days, Ronan witnessed the Ice Crystal Serpent's terrifying growth.

In just over twenty days, it grew from below tier-one strength to nearly reaching late tier-one beast levels.

Its body expanded from a little over ten meters to nearly thirty meters long.

The crystalline scales on its body grew more radiant, with patterns beneath them evolving in complexity.

The crystal horn atop its head extended to over half a meter, constantly emanating unsettling energy waves.

If beasts were classified as geniuses or mediocrities, this Ice Crystal Serpent would undoubtedly be a "prodigy."

Its ancient bloodline was astounding.

"I finally understand why wizards are so fervently obsessed with the power of bloodlines."

Compared to ordinary wizards who rely on long meditations, insights, learning, and knowledge accumulation to gain power, inheriting an ancient and mysterious bloodline is like a treasure trove.

Just digging and unlocking it can easily yield tenfold or even dozens of times the benefits of normal cultivation paths.

No one would remain unmoved.

Ronan was no exception.

Taking a deep breath, the crystalline mental power in his mind glowed faintly. Mobilizing his vast second-level mental power, Ronan freed a hand, aiming at the Ice Crystal Serpent below. His palm emitted countless streams of light and domain energies, forming deep blue auroras that bound the serpent layer by layer like glacial veins.

His right hand, gripping the dense silver metal chains, pulled taut, the chains deeply embedded in the serpent's soft mouth. No other part could be pierced due to the protective scales.

Bound and in pain, the Ice Crystal Serpent thrashed violently in rage.

Its massive head, crowned with an ice-blue horn, turned silently. Crimson eyes like diamonds stared at Ronan, exuding tangible coldness.

Snakes are inherently vengeful creatures.

Ronan had dominated it for over twenty days, engaging in countless battles along the way, even improving the proficiency of his ice spells significantly as reflected in his character panel.

He even suspected the serpent's rapid growth was partly due to his relentless "encouragement."

The Ice Crystal Serpent seemed freshly hatched, with a naive worldview making Ronan the "worst" person it had encountered.

Its serpent instincts hadn't fully awakened, and its temperament was child-like.

It loathed Ronan deeply, constantly seeking revenge yet never considering escape—an amusing paradox.

"Down!"

Ronan manipulated the silver chains and icy spell veins, forcing the serpent to descend into the valley under his will.

On his way, he had transmitted the "bloodline transplantation" technique to Bennigo via communication stone, and Bennigo was preparing the necessary materials.

He needed to complete the "bloodline transplantation" quickly. If the serpent continued growing, the process would become increasingly difficult.

He was already struggling to suppress its resistance. As an ice-specialist wizard facing an ancient ice serpent, he was severely weakened. The serpent's ice resistance was too high, rendering most tier-one and even tier-two ice spells ineffective. Only extraordinary domain techniques could harm it.

The Ice Crystal Serpent growled, its crystalline scales rippling like waves, producing a crisp collision sound—a sign of its anger.

Its massive body naturally emitted intense cold, freezing the small waterfall in the valley instantly. Large ice chunks fell, crashing onto the rocks below with a thunderous noise.

As Ronan drove the serpent into the valley, the secluded gorge seemed to enter winter in an instant.

"Hiss—Huff—Hiss—Huff—"

The serpent breathed deeply, exhaling cold air, entering a rare state of calm.

Ronan frowned slightly; he had learned something about the serpent's temperament over the twenty days.

It periodically entered a relative state of calm, becoming unusually "obedient." But after the calm period, it would fiercely resist, often accompanied by significant strength breakthroughs.

Ronan sensed an extraordinary amount of ice energy particles converging on the serpent, another reason the valley rapidly froze over.

"Bennigo, is it ready yet?"

Ronan couldn't help but urge through the communication stone.

The "bloodline transplantation" technique Soraya developed wasn't complex, nor were the materials rare. Bennigo's micro-mystical space should have everything needed, as Ronan had left ample resources before heading to White Stone Castle.

"Ready."

Bennigo's voice came from behind the frozen waterfall. He emerged from the mystical space, finding a suitable spot in the valley to quickly set up the bloodline transplantation array.

Ronan took this time to retrieve the Sacred Blood Tree sapling from his spatial ring.

Compared to last time, the Sacred Blood Tree had grown significantly.

It was nearly two meters tall, with a trunk as thick as a man's wrist, lush and verdant. Countless crimson veins running through it added a mysterious and noble aura.

"I wonder if the Sacred Blood Tree can purify the Ice Crystal Serpent's bloodline now..."

Ronan mused, gazing at the tree, his eyes flickering.

He recalled the Sacred Blood Tree nearly "exhausting" itself purifying a snow grouse's bloodline last time. The pureblood Ice Crystal Serpent's bloodline was far superior.

"I'll take what I can get, even a trace of purification would be good."

Ronan resolved internally.

Suddenly, he noticed the Ice Crystal Serpent seemed to sense the tree's uniqueness, its serpent eyes fixed on it with an indescribable gleam.

Ronan considered this, pulling the chains to distance the serpent from the tree.

"Done!"

Bennigo called from below, having completed the bloodline transplantation array on a flat boulder. The array's lights glimmered, ready for Ronan.

Ronan stepped down from the serpent's back, bringing the Sacred Blood Tree to Bennigo's side.

"An Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent."

Bennigo, once again, expressed deep shock and disbelief. "A pureblood shortly after hatching... Where did you encounter such fortune? Is there an undiscovered ancient site in White Stone Highlands?"

"I'll explain later."

Ronan took a deep breath, focusing on the array. "Let's proceed with the bloodline transplantation."

"Alright."

Bennigo nodded quickly, setting aside his astonishment.

Not only the Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent but the bloodline transplantation technique Ronan provided also surprised and puzzled him.

He was intensely curious about Ronan's trip to White Stone Castle, but now wasn't the time for questions.

Ronan placed the Sacred Blood Tree beside the array, hearing Bennigo's serious warning.

"I must remind you, the Sacred Blood Tree is still too fragile. Having such an unstable entity nearby could lead to unwanted accidents."

"I understand."

Ronan's eyes flickered, having already considered this when noticing the serpent's gaze on the tree.

Letting the volatile serpent near the precious Sacred Blood Tree sapling was too risky.

So he planned to extract some blood from the serpent first, then let the tree absorb and purify it.

"Why not bind it with a master-servant contract? Taming it as a familiar would simplify matters."

Bennigo suggested again.

Ronan was about to respond but suddenly felt the silver chains in his grip go slack.

He looked up sharply.

The chains fell from the serpent, which was now shrouded in deep blue light, coiling its massive body as terrifying energy waves surged like tides.

"You think I don't want to?"

Ronan glanced at Bennigo, then launched himself skyward.

"Boom!"

Ronan collided with the serpent, using his immense physical strength and spell power to push it out of the valley.

The valley and the hidden mystical space within were their "secret base," and with arrays laid below, he didn't want to damage it during the battle.

"Boom!"

Man and serpent separated in mid-air outside the valley.

Bennigo followed, seeing Ronan floating calmly, fingers gently twisting an earring on his left ear.

Several artifacts flew from the earring, seamlessly equipping him.

Pauldrons, bracers, chestplate, and belt—layers of ice armor formed, a dark blue ice waterfall cascading from his back, creating an elegant, regal half-armor.

[Land of Winter]!

Ronan could only don half of it.

This state didn't overly tax his mental power, yet significantly boosted his combat capability—the most perfect state to date.

Wearing the [Land of Winter] armor, the runes on each piece lit up, forming a more advanced, complex new rune.

The rune provided Ronan with waves of powerful augmentation, enhancing his senses. Even without casting spells, ice energy particles continued to flow toward him.

In this state, his ice spells' power could be amplified over threefold!

This didn't even account for the "Yarli's Ice Ring Necklace" around his neck.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The amalgamation of [Silverization] tungsten steel and Neiman alloy, the two tier-two metals, formed a dazzling silver knight's lance in mid-air.

Without needing Neiman alloy for concealment, Ronan added it to his weapon, but the total amount was excessive for a sword, so he opted for a lance to fully utilize his power.

His white hair broke free from its tie, flowing silently behind him, an ice waterfall cloak draping down. Eyes blazing, his body radiated light, as he gripped the silver lance.

In this moment, he resembled a knight more than a wizard.

Not far away, the Ice Crystal Serpent, its energy also peaking, gazed at him, crimson tongue flicking like a whip.

It exuded unprecedentedly terrifying energy, its body seemingly growing further, hinting at the majesty of an ancient beast lord.

"Hiss—"

The serpent abruptly hissed, its ice-blue horn shooting a dazzling crystalline blue lightning, tearing through the air toward Ronan.

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he charged with the lance.

Countless mysterious energies flowed from him, weaving three extraordinary domains.

Ice-blue streams surrounded Ronan, his ice waterfall cloak trailing a long tail of flames, transforming him into a deep blue icy meteor, shattering the serpent's crystal lightning. Interwoven domains, ice spheres, blades, and auroras swirled as he drove the lance toward the serpent's forehead!

"One day without a beating, and your skin itches?"

For such beasts, to subdue and tame them required the most direct, brutal, and violent approach.

Beat it into submission!

The extraordinary domain powers of his three ice spells converged, supported by the silver lance, striking beneath the serpent's horn at its brow.

The sharp lance tip scraped against a palm-sized crystalline scale, producing harsh "sizzling" sounds, ice shards and sparks flying, yet unable to penetrate.

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